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Mark Bell Feb 24
Created a world
just for me
Not for you
don’t you see,
Not letting you in
Your a parasite,
Your so twisted
Your just not right,
I know your beautiful
So voluptuous in red
But if I let you in
I will wind up dead.
Go away and
Leave me be
You are a beauty
But not for me,
Your to infectious
This is not your day
Im taking the pills
Now stay away.
Mark Bell Feb 23
There is a lady who
Lives in our street
Im hoping one day
That we shall meet,
Elegant in her style
With A fantastic smile
Then I asked her out
A night on the tiles.
We walked hand in hand
Down the strand
Then somebody shouted
She’s a man,
What this beauty long
In leg packing meat
With two sweet veg,
Carried on walking
Didn’t give a ****
A good looking man with
A pair of ****
Im not sure if that’s alright with me
But hey ** still it’s not every bodies
Cup of tea.
Mark Bell Feb 23
Pretty amazing grace
Lived in a amazing place
A palace of luxury
Ostentatious abound
Always up and never down,
Pure and innocent
Whiter than snow
Always bubbly
With a loving glow,
An angel so beautiful
So heavenly divine
Even darkness bowed
And shined.
Then one day
We thought it would be fun
We played Russian roulette
And I think I won.
Mark Bell Feb 22
Mummy spoilt
All of my fun
She wouldn’t
Let me have
A machine gun.
I said it was my
Constitutional
Right
To shoot anyone
I didn’t like
She said son
Your only three
I said thats fine by me.
Mark Bell Feb 22
You’ve twisted
My mind
To a point
That I’m blind
Manipulated
Cajoled
In playing
Your role.
Im battered
And torn
Wishing you
We’re never born,
The love of my life
A nasty witch
Can’t wait to
Bury her in a ditch.
Mark Bell Feb 22
Troubled mind
Troubled soul
Troubled with anger
Troubled with cold
Troubled emotions
Troubled with love
We are mucked up
By all  of the above.
Trouble with me
Trouble with you
Two mucked up
Lovers without a clue.
Trouble with trouble
It sticks like glue
To erratic people
Like me and you.
Mark Bell Feb 22
This proud train had
Fallen of the track,
Of to the scrap yard
No turning back,
Last trip in to town
Past the cathedral
With steeple
Then committed suicide
Buy throwing itself
In front of a cue of people.
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